g the ground rapidly. Through
the avenues of the park sped Hector, and joy! Dr. Ballard allowed Jewel
to drive as long as they remained within its precincts. Slipping his
hand through the reins above where she grasped them, he held Anna Belle
on his knee. Jewel had not suspected the size of the park. One could
almost see the watered leaves increase in the sunshine, and the birds
were swelling their little throats to the utmost. The roses in her
cheeks deepened in her happy excitement. She allowed the doctor to do
most of the talking, while she kept her eyes on the horse's ears. Just
once she ventured to turn enough to glance at him.

"I've had dreams of driving horses," she said.

"Is this the first time you've done it waking?"

"No, the second. Father took me once in Washington Park just before
he came away, but the horse didn't pull like this." She smiled
seraphically.

"So, boy, steady," said the doctor soothingly, and Hector obeyed the
voice.

"Did you play in the Ravine of Happiness when you were a little boy?"

"Where's that?"

"Where the brook is."

"Oh yes. Are you planning to take me to that brook and wet my feet,
Jewel?"

"We've gone long past it. Don't you know?"

"I think my education has been neglected. I don't remember it."

"We can go," returned Jewel suggestively.

"Very well, we will; but first I have a couple of visits I must make."

The horse was now trotting toward the park gate. As they reached it Dr.
Ballard returned Anna Belle and took the lines.

Jewel gave an unconscious sigh of rapture. "Trolleys and so on, you
know," explained Dr. Ballard. "When you come back ten years from now you
shall drive outside too. How was Essex Maid this morning?"

"She was all right, but grandpa took only a short ride. I guess he was a
little--bit--afraid."

"She's the apple of his eye, or he wouldn't have been so nervous over a
trifle last evening," remarked the doctor.

"Well, she made a great fuss," replied Jewel. "She fell down in her
stall, and everything like that."

"Did she really?"

"Yes. Zeke said his knees were shaking."

"But she was all right by the time Dr. Busby arrived?"

"Yes."

Dr. Ballard looked at his small companion, a quizzical smile curving his
mustache.

"I've never thought of taking a partner, Jewel, but I might consider
a mascot. What do you say to sharing my office and being my mascot?
Special high chair for Anna Belle, be it well understood."

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